Friday is my day off and recently, Little Miss J and P asked me what I did all day. "Oh, I'm very busy," I lied. I explained that I go to Aqua Aerobics in the morning with my fellow over-50s. It's a dead cheap session - a bargain at £2.70 The only downside is the music. Last week I had to endure such gems as Cliff Richard's "The Young Ones" which the old dears sang along to with great gusto and Rod Stewart's classic "Do you think I'm Sexy?". Such fun...
Anyway, back to my discussion with Little Miss J and P. "Oh and I do lots of cleaning, " I lied again. "Funny that," said Little Miss J and P "every time I come home from school on Fridays, I notice you've been fiddling with the postcard wall again."
I can't deny it, dear readers, I just can't leave the postcard wall alone.
I recently rediscovered Mr J and P's vast collection of postcards languishing in the loft. I rescued them and stuck some on the wall on the landing.
First of all they looked like this.
I wasn't happy.
Now I've stuck them over two walls so they look like this.
I'm still not happy.
Particularly as the washi tape that I've used to stick the posties on the wall is not fit for purpose and they keep falling off *cross face*.
I've noticed that Little Miss J and P has taken a leaf out of my book and stuck her postcards on her bedroom wall like so:
I must say I'm liking the randomness of the display. I may have to copy.
Talking of Little Miss J and P, I've also noticed strange pre-teen behaviour on her part. Look what she's daubed on her globe light:
And it can only get worse.....
Peace and love. xx